I remember my first my first pair of suspenders. I tried to put them through my belt loops until my dad showed me the right way to wear them. Of course, he didn't have any thumbs, so it was really awkward when he tried clipping them to my pants. I could do it once he showed me, but he hated it when I just took over without giving him a chance to finish something he was struggling with. I guess looking back it was embarrassing that he couldn't even put a pair of suspenders on his own son. Once they were on, I tugged each pair, pulled them out from my chest like I'd seen guys do in the movies. He looked at me with a mixture of pride and envy. If he wasn't my dad, I'd say it was mostly envy.